Vernon.

I lived, you punk. || Redacted OC blog

[hiss-sterics]

You don’t need to know that goobis, I’m anonymous for a reason.

Okay, how old are you then?

-👾

Why are’ya insistent on this? Look. I’m 37. That ain’t anywhere close’ta yer’ guesses. Happy?

[hiss-sterics]

Are you telling me you aren’t 60?

Oh…. That sucks. I was lying when I said you looked good for 60. 80 maybe?

-👾

You’re kiddin’ me. Har har.

Who is this? Just fer’ reference. Nothin’ else…

[hiss-sterics]

You look very good for a 60 year old!

-👾

Where’d ya’ pull that number from? Yer’ ass????

[hiss-sterics]

...Sup, Vernon.

..Whats, uh.... whats new man?

@sky-fracture

What do’ya think?

…Yer’ boss is payin’ us a visit. I’m just—so fuckin’ happy ‘ta see her. Clearly. Haul her out.

[sky-fracture]

Hah! Yeah, uh.. she quit.

Funny how things work, huh? I was actually asking, uh, fuck.

What are the like.. channels to take if I wanna.. like.. quit?

[hiss-sterics]

I wasn’t really professional wit’ my…resignation. I’m sure there’s actual ways of gettin’ yerself out—but they make it hard fer’ a reason. Ya’ feel me?

You gotta be sure about it.

[sky-fracture]

Yeah. Yeah, i understand!

Uh, listen man. I dont really know how to ask this.

We- well, Everest- has a demon problem. We cant leave until that's solved. The last thing i want is to bother your retirement- but I need advice, man.

I cant go go to my parents with this stuff, they'd flip their lids. I know i don't deserve your help, like at all. But please bro.

[hiss-sterics]

Demon, eh? I ain’t too sure I can help out much, given where’m at now. At least in a way that can give ‘ya any substantial boosts.

…Look. If ‘yer ever in a pickle—my door is open. But I ain’t an advice man.

[sky-fracture]

Yeah, ill take what i can get. Thanks, brotato chip.

Sorry about your uh.. legs.

[hiss-sterics]

—Sweepin’ it under the rug. Nothing much we can do about it now, can we?

I’ll figure it out.

[hiss-sterics]

...Sup, Vernon.

..Whats, uh.... whats new man?

@sky-fracture

What do’ya think?

…Yer’ boss is payin’ us a visit. I’m just—so fuckin’ happy ‘ta see her. Clearly. Haul her out.

[sky-fracture]

Hah! Yeah, uh.. she quit.

Funny how things work, huh? I was actually asking, uh, fuck.

What are the like.. channels to take if I wanna.. like.. quit?

[hiss-sterics]

I wasn’t really professional wit’ my…resignation. I’m sure there’s actual ways of gettin’ yerself out—but they make it hard fer’ a reason. Ya’ feel me?

You gotta be sure about it.

[sky-fracture]

Yeah. Yeah, i understand!

Uh, listen man. I dont really know how to ask this.

We- well, Everest- has a demon problem. We cant leave until that's solved. The last thing i want is to bother your retirement- but I need advice, man.

I cant go go to my parents with this stuff, they'd flip their lids. I know i don't deserve your help, like at all. But please bro.

[hiss-sterics]

Demon, eh? I ain’t too sure I can help out much, given where’m at now. At least in a way that can give ‘ya any substantial boosts.

…Look. If ‘yer ever in a pickle—my door is open. But I ain’t an advice man.

[hiss-sterics]

Im your biggest fan

…Think ‘ya got the wrong guy, bud.

[hiss-sterics]

...Sup, Vernon.

..Whats, uh.... whats new man?

@sky-fracture

What do’ya think?

…Yer’ boss is payin’ us a visit. I’m just—so fuckin’ happy ‘ta see her. Clearly. Haul her out.

[sky-fracture]

Hah! Yeah, uh.. she quit.

Funny how things work, huh? I was actually asking, uh, fuck.

What are the like.. channels to take if I wanna.. like.. quit?

[hiss-sterics]

I wasn’t really professional wit’ my…resignation. I’m sure there’s actual ways of gettin’ yerself out—but they make it hard fer’ a reason. Ya’ feel me?

You gotta be sure about it.

[hiss-sterics]

...Sup, Vernon.

..Whats, uh.... whats new man?

@sky-fracture

What do’ya think?

…Yer’ boss is payin’ us a visit. I’m just—so fuckin’ happy ‘ta see her. Clearly. Haul her out.

[hiss-sterics]

What are we yelling about in here???

…Why dont’cha tell me, huh. What is she doin’ in our apartment. You gotta be jokin’.

[morte-dead-sea]

Ah, coconuts.

I was gonna tell you. But you were, uh.. sleeping.

Uh.. yeah. No, I’m not joking.

[hiss-sterics]

[Vernon sharply inhales. He’s keeping it together. Somewhat.]

Mort—I know ya. And this fer’ sure wasn’t a “last minute” meetup. You coordinate. You coordinated this. And you didn’t tell me nothin’.

If I wasn’t asleep, then what? We play patty cake?? Say bygones be bygones and be done wit’ it?

…I don’t think so.

[morte-dead-sea]

..okay, you caught me. You’re right, this was a plan. Let me explain.

I know you would have abhorred the idea, and I understand why. She’s- unstable, right now. She’s impulsive, and- kind of a bitch, sometimes.

But so were you. Closeknit has a way of corrupting people. And she was born in it.

I want to help her, like I feel like I helped you.

[hiss-sterics]

Yer’ lucky I have common sense. Look. If you think you can fix this—whatever. You can handle it. But Jesus fuckin’ Christ, talk ta’ me.

Spare me the heart attack er’ two.

[hiss-sterics]

What are we yelling about in here???

…Why dont’cha tell me, huh. What is she doin’ in our apartment. You gotta be jokin’.

[morte-dead-sea]

Ah, coconuts.

I was gonna tell you. But you were, uh.. sleeping.

Uh.. yeah. No, I’m not joking.

[hiss-sterics]

[Vernon sharply inhales. He’s keeping it together. Somewhat.]

Mort—I know ya. And this fer’ sure wasn’t a “last minute” meetup. You coordinate. You coordinated this. And you didn’t tell me nothin’.

If I wasn’t asleep, then what? We play patty cake?? Say bygones be bygones and be done wit’ it?

…I don’t think so.

[hiss-sterics]

What are we yelling about in here???

…Why dont’cha tell me, huh. What is she doin’ in our apartment. You gotta be jokin’.

[hiss-sterics]

[ anya pushed the door open with her foot, examining the man in the bed for a moment. she tilted her head. he looked... different than when he was with closeknit. he looked... rough. oddly, she felt her heart squeeze with guilt. guilt for what? she didn't do anything to him. not directly, anyway. she cleared her throat, shaking off the feeling and rapping on the door with her knuckles. ]

wake up, sleepyhead.

- @https-jailbreak

[Vernon is mid-snore, coughing as he looks up from his seat. He grumbles, half awake.]

Give it a minute, Mort. Give it a….

[He goes back into a nap—before hearing the door again.]

Fine! Fine, I’m headin’ over.

[https-jailbreak]

[ she stared at him, cocking an eyebrow and tilting her head. ]

no, no, take your time.

[hiss-sterics]

…who the—

[Vernon doesn’t recognize the voice—eyes shooting open to see Anya right in front of him.]

—what.

[He’s dumbfounded, squinting his eyes, rubbing them—just to be sure he’s seeing things right.]

…How’dja get into our apartment??

[https-jailbreak]

mort let me in.

[ she thought about further elaborating, but a part of her was curious about how he might potentially react. ]

[hiss-sterics]

…Yer’ kiddin’ me. Cut the cameras, show’s over.

[Vernon sighs, muttering to himself.]

If I didn’t know any better I would’a slapped you silly. But the last thing I need is another bicker battle wit’ Mort.

More importantly—what on earth was he thinkin’ bringing ya’ down here? I’m gonna go over there n’ slap him silly. Serves ‘im right.

[https-jailbreak]

[ she eyed him for a moment, stifling a laugh. ]

i don't know if you'd be able to get very far with that endeavor in your current state, but the sentiment doesn't go unappreciated.

[hiss-sterics]

Don’t push it Anya. You’re lucky yer’ a guest. Sonofabitch.

[Vernon shakes a fist in front of his face, with a crazed expression. He glares—with a stink eye so passionate you could feel its stench a mile away.]

Mort…when I catch you—

[hiss-sterics]

[ anya pushed the door open with her foot, examining the man in the bed for a moment. she tilted her head. he looked... different than when he was with closeknit. he looked... rough. oddly, she felt her heart squeeze with guilt. guilt for what? she didn't do anything to him. not directly, anyway. she cleared her throat, shaking off the feeling and rapping on the door with her knuckles. ]

wake up, sleepyhead.

- @https-jailbreak

[Vernon is mid-snore, coughing as he looks up from his seat. He grumbles, half awake.]

Give it a minute, Mort. Give it a….

[He goes back into a nap—before hearing the door again.]

Fine! Fine, I’m headin’ over.

[https-jailbreak]

[ she stared at him, cocking an eyebrow and tilting her head. ]

no, no, take your time.

[hiss-sterics]

…who the—

[Vernon doesn’t recognize the voice—eyes shooting open to see Anya right in front of him.]

—what.

[He’s dumbfounded, squinting his eyes, rubbing them—just to be sure he’s seeing things right.]

…How’dja get into our apartment??

[https-jailbreak]

mort let me in.

[ she thought about further elaborating, but a part of her was curious about how he might potentially react. ]

[hiss-sterics]

…Yer’ kiddin’ me. Cut the cameras, show’s over.

[Vernon sighs, muttering to himself.]

If I didn’t know any better I would’a slapped you silly. But the last thing I need is another bicker battle wit’ Mort.

More importantly—what on earth was he thinkin’ bringing ya’ down here? I’m gonna go over there n’ slap him silly. Serves ‘im right.

[hiss-sterics]

[ anya pushed the door open with her foot, examining the man in the bed for a moment. she tilted her head. he looked... different than when he was with closeknit. he looked... rough. oddly, she felt her heart squeeze with guilt. guilt for what? she didn't do anything to him. not directly, anyway. she cleared her throat, shaking off the feeling and rapping on the door with her knuckles. ]

wake up, sleepyhead.

- @https-jailbreak

[Vernon is mid-snore, coughing as he looks up from his seat. He grumbles, half awake.]

Give it a minute, Mort. Give it a….

[He goes back into a nap—before hearing the door again.]

Fine! Fine, I’m headin’ over.

[https-jailbreak]

[ she stared at him, cocking an eyebrow and tilting her head. ]

no, no, take your time.

[hiss-sterics]

…who the—

[Vernon doesn’t recognize the voice—eyes shooting open to see Anya right in front of him.]

—what.

[He’s dumbfounded, squinting his eyes, rubbing them—just to be sure he’s seeing things right.]

…How’dja get into our apartment??

[hiss-sterics]

[ anya pushed the door open with her foot, examining the man in the bed for a moment. she tilted her head. he looked... different than when he was with closeknit. he looked... rough. oddly, she felt her heart squeeze with guilt. guilt for what? she didn't do anything to him. not directly, anyway. she cleared her throat, shaking off the feeling and rapping on the door with her knuckles. ]

wake up, sleepyhead.

- @https-jailbreak

[Vernon is mid-snore, coughing as he looks up from his seat. He grumbles, half awake.]

Give it a minute, Mort. Give it a….

[He goes back into a nap—before hearing the door again.]

Fine! Fine, I’m headin’ over.

[hiss-sterics]

What the hell was that?

God—I wasn’t expectin’ him ‘ta do—that.

..m’sorry. He bargained wit’me. If I let him take over—then he’d keep you safe. I just…

I didn’t want it to end like this.

[morte-dead-sea]

[He shakes his head, kneeling beside Vernon.]

I.. understand. Sit still, let me look at your jaw.

I don’t think that’s on you. Lazarus or not, it would have ended this way.

[hiss-sterics]

…it’s fine. It stung like hell—but besides that I feel nothin’. Wound should be healed by now.

[hiss-sterics]

What the hell was that?

God—I wasn’t expectin’ him ‘ta do—that.

..m’sorry. He bargained wit’me. If I let him take over—then he’d keep you safe. I just…

I didn’t want it to end like this.